Let’s face it. Being a mom is hard work. As I sit here writing this post I can barely keep my eyes open. I am just plain exhausted and my kid isn’t involved in any extra curricular activities because by the time we get home I just do not have the energy to get going to one more place. Call me selfish or a bad mom. But I totally enjoy a nice relaxing evening at home with the family. I work full time and am almost done with my doctorate. Sure it would be nice to have her involved in extra activities, but that also means mom is involved in extra activities.
I am going to be tired for the rest of my life, because I know the extra activities are important for my daughter and I am going to do what’s best for her and eventually get her in them. But I am so tired. I say those words us moms are never supposed to say because we are supposed to be super moms and have the ability to inhumanely do everything and do it perfectly.
I’ve shared before that I will always put the people I love before myself, but right now my bed is sounding good. A nap is sounding good. Do you know what my daughter did this evening? She took a nap on the couch, and woke up wondering how she ended up in the living room and if she needed to get ready for school. I have been going since 5 in the morning and am now the only one awake in my house at 9:45. I finished yet another paper for school so I only have to get up early on a Saturday to write one. I want to take a nap on the couch and wake up and not have a clue what time it is. You know those times you fall asleep and wake up in a panic because you are worried you slept through something or are running late for work even though its really 7 at night and not 7 in the morning.
Naturally, I pour myself a glass of wine to go along with my whining. It’s my favorite thing to do on a Friday night after a long week. Sure I might get to sleep in until 8 but it’s still 3 hours of sleeping in. My thirty three year old self can not party like I used to and that’s ok with me. One glass of wine is just fine. As I hit my pillow tonight no matter how tired I am I will be thinking of all of the things I am thankful for that are the reason I am so tired. Some people don’t have the things in their life that I do and for that I celebrate my tiredness. It means I worked hard all day as a mom, student, and at my job. It means I accomplished something. While those sleepless nights are no joke, they are worth celebrating. When I was pregnant with Ella-Grace people told me rest up now because you won’t be sleeping for 18 plus years. I would take that lack of sleep any day over my previous habits of sleeping until noon. That lack of sleep affirms what I do.
Why are you tired mama?